O hear them marching, marching,
The legions of good will,
The men of peace who seek not
To bomb and maim and kill;
They march not to their conquest
With battle flags unfurled;
But with their gentle spirit
They shall subdue the world.Through all the bloodstained ages
Their numbers have increased,
The spirit struggling upward
To overcome the beast;
The meek who shall inherit
And rule the warring earth,
With patient faith are bringing
The new regime to birth.
The men of war oppose them,
And seek to bar the way,
The powers of darkness striving
To thwart the coming day;
But, led by unseen forces,
Their hosts are marching still,
To build for future ages
The kingdom of good will.
A mighty Captain leads them,
The valiant Prince of Peace;
They shall possess the future,
And ancient wrongs shall cease;
O men of good will, marching
To bloodless victory,
We join your hosts in building
The kingdom that shall be.
